I can’t believe I started this journey more than two years ago. Two years and I’m still not finished. But I’m closer—much closer.
From the time I was little girl, I knew I wanted to adopt. That desire has grown stronger as I’ve grown. Two years ago as a single young woman, I took the first step and signed up for adoption classes. Every week, I looked online for children to adopt. I read bio after bio and flagged the ones I thought would be a good match. After several months, I successfully completed all the requirements.
Surely I would be matched with a prospective child in no time! Not so.
In fact, I waited and watched as the children I was interested in were no longer available. Such great news for them!
As for me, I waited.
God brought the man into my life whom I would later marry. Actually, he had been there all along; I just hadn’t noticed him. As we got to know each other, we quickly learned that each of us had considered adoption well before meeting each other. Only God can bring two people together who are equally passionate about adoption. Later that year, he proposed, and our attention turned to wedding planning.
We attended additional adoption and positive parenting classes and even took the adoption class again—this time as husband and wife.
During our adoption classes, we saw a photo of five beautiful children who needed a forever family. Four brothers and one sister. At that very moment, we looked at each other and knew that God had chosen them for us and us for them. They even look like us!
Once again, we successfully completed the adoption classes and all other requirements and were ready to have the sibling group visit with us for the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays.
The New Year began and still no news.
One morning I received a call from an unknown number. I rarely answer when I don’t know who is calling, but this time, I clicked “Talk.” It was the call we had been waiting for: we were a great match, and they wanted us to meet the children.
The past three weeks have moved at lightning speed. We’ve visited with the children every weekend and had them for an overnight visit this past weekend. Lord willing, we will have them in our home permanently in mid-March, with finalization in June. Yes, June.
I would have wanted it to be sooner, but my time is not God’s time. This is the time He had planned. This is the time He wanted to bring us all together. This is the fullness of time!
I don’t know what you’ve been waiting for—or how long. It might seem that time is dragging on—and sometimes it does. But in the fullness of time, God’s plan unfolds. It was so in the years, months, weeks, and days before Jesus (Galatians 4:4-5), and it is so today.
Daphne Tarango is a freelance writer and speaker who comforts others with the comfort she herself has received from God (2 Corinthians 1:3-4). She lives in the Southeastern U.S., where she is a leader in a Bible-based recovery program. Visit Daphne’s blog at http://blog.daphnewrites.com/.